Sunday Muse -- What Now
A Situation
The boat is tired its crew has gone
They left last week not to return
Bottom's rotting water comes in
That's my life now like it or not
Just one long week were those last years
Oars were stolen, tie chain rusting
The fish remain waiting for net
Eager fisher with a new boat
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved
- Photo prompt thanks to Carrie Van Horn, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/07/sunday-muse-167.html?m=1
Labels: Boat Poems, Seniors, Sunday Muse, Syllabic Form
posted by Jim @ 7/03/2021 11:52:00 AM
12 comments
12 Comments:
A sad tale indeed. Thanks for joining us at the Muse Jim. Have a good 4th.
Laura, I think you and I regarded that sorry boat in similar ways. I like the hope of the eager fisher with a new boat.
Oops, I meant Jim! Sorry!
Man Jim, life is full of bad days for sure. Fix that hole and fish man!
The 'no oars' in sight had me befuddled. Where are they and where is the person who got the boat to shore???? I enjoyed this, Mr. Jim. Happy 4th to you and Mrs. Jim.
A heart wrenching poem. I feel that boat represents cycle of life.
I can almost hear Carson Robinson's 'Life gets tee-jus, dont it' in the metre
This hits home--that compression of the past and the stasis of a present.
You could always dynamite fish too.
not sure if I agree with Randall's suggestion, if you want filets rather than fish already kind of sent thru the blender ~
Rotting bottoms? Never fun for an old boat, let alone aspiring fishermen. lol
"Just one long week were those last years"
Great line, Jim!
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